I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Shirou recalled what Scathach had said to him - "My training can allow you to face followers, from being very ugly to dead to ugly."

At that time, gentle but witty words sounded in my mind.

Yes.

The six-year-old boy named Fujimaru Shiro has no ability to resist in the face of authentic followers.

How to do?

what can we do about it?

Things have gone beyond expectations. The mortals who should have retreated now have to face death directly because of the oppression of the superior.

How to do? What should I do?

Like the call of a drowning man.

No matter how arrogant people are in reality, no matter how arrogant they are, no matter how powerful they think they are, in the face of the threat of death, they also call like this.

Who's coming--

help me?

This is just a beautiful fantasy, no one responds, and no one answers. The world in the dream has everything, but who is the hero in reality? Who would want someone to risk their life to save others?

However, this is a world where heroes exist.

someone.

There was such a hero who responded to Shirou.

"I am the sword of the weak, I am the shield of the weak. My sword breaks the chains of the oppressor. My eyes are on the light of freedom. My feet walk on the broad road of freedom. Do you see, weak? That Oh the way to freedom!"

The burly and huge body, rampaging like a chariot, and the berserker with a girly smile of love, like the tallest giant, carried the collapsing blue sky for the weak. He turned his head and looked at Shirou, "There is no need to be afraid anymore, weak ones. Because, I have already come—!"

The perpetrator who nearly killed Shirou once became a shield in front of Shirou.

Chapter Thirty-Three Do You Know This Person? 【Second update】

Looking at Spartacus standing in front of him, Shirou's expression was complicated.

The world is really unpredictable.

Spartacus, who had almost killed himself, was now standing in front of him like a shield.

"Mad dog!"

Gilgamesh sneered at Spartacus who appeared, showing contemptuous eyes.

"Are you the hero who manifested as a Berserker?" Iskandar showed a hearty smile, "It seems reasonable. So, are you willing to join the king's command?"

However, facing all the followers, Spartacus, who stood in front of Shirou, showed a very ambiguous smile of love, and glanced at Gilgamesh and others one by one, "The oppressor, the perpetrator... oh Oh oh oh oh oh——, I will never let you deprive the weak of their freedom!"

However, when his eyes fell on Artoria, he couldn't help but pause, and the expression on his face became even more excited, "My ally?"

Arturia's expression remained unchanged. This big guy knew at a glance that he was a delirious Berserker. He abruptly inserted himself into the battlefield, challenged all the followers, and finally said that he was an ally? Is this a crazy word, or is it the master's conspiracy behind it?

Artoria didn't know, but she was already preparing to leave the battlefield. If she was alone, Artoria would definitely fight to the death, but the person behind her was the one she swore a knight oath to protect. Once as a king, she was willful once and buried Camelot. Naturally, she can't let her be willful now.

Artoria didn't care about Spartacus' nonsense, but some people cared very much.

"Bastard! Who allows you to look at this king's face with such dirty eyes?" Gilgamesh was furious like an angry god, blasting out several treasures in an instant, and bombarded towards Spartacus!

For the proud Gilgamesh, Spartacus's ambiguous gaze may really be like mud, a kind of pollution.

"Boom boom boom boom boom---!!!!!!"

Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm pierced Spartacus's body directly. Blood splattered, the ground cracked, and explosions roared again and again.

good chance! Shirou's heart brightened, and he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but Diarmuid, who had already stared at him, held two guns and stared at him like an eagle.

Shirou didn't dare to move rashly, and he didn't dare to leave Spartacus as a shield too far.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" His body was pierced one after another, but Spartacus didn't show pain at all. Instead, he looked excited as if he had received a very happy thing, "Oh perpetrator, oppressor Oh! Continue to oppress me, continue to torture me. I, myself, will surely open up a path to freedom——!"

His body began to grow bigger, and his aura became stronger.

"Tsk."

Gilgamesh showed an expression of displeasure, and then snapped his fingers. The giant sword that once suppressed Spartacus reappeared, suppressing him like Mount Tai.

"You really have enough treasures." Iskandar looked at Gilgamesh with interest, and said with a hearty smile, "I'm getting more and more interested in you."

"Humph."

To this, Gilgamesh returned a cold gaze, but Iskandar still smiled heartily.

not good! Spartacus is crushed!

Shirou's heart skipped a beat.

"It seems that there is no obstacle preventing me from attacking you now." Diarmuid said with a serious look in his eyes.

"Lancer, why do you have to attack me?" Shirou wrapped his black cloak tightly around his body. so cold.

"How should I say it? For a servant like you who is known to pollute the hero's glory, you will naturally be punished in the name of a knight. And my monarch has also agreed to this." Diarmuid said indifferently.

"Why do you conclude that I am a follower in the name of tarnishing the glory of a hero?" Shirou said angrily. I am just a six-year-old child, and the fused spirit foundation is also a heroic guard, so how can I get the name of a treacherous sycophant? Why dirty my innocence?

"Your Noble Phantasm, or your ability. It is enough to determine this." Diarmuid said.

Damn it! My treasure, my ability, where do I have——

Could it be that?

Shirou was taken aback suddenly, his Noble Phantasm and ability panel were inherited from Heroic Emiya, the only difference was the skill associated with mortals.

——【Mortal Wisdom D: We are not the chosen ones, but we are the masters of our lives. Those who are kind to me praise it, and those who are evil to me destroy it, that's all. 】

However, Scathach didn't say that. This is just a record of the survival wisdom of mortals. Where is the reason to make Diarmuid and his followers hostile?

Damn it! Seeing Diarmuid approaching gradually, Shirou didn't have the energy to think about those messy things anymore, he tried his best to think about how to survive?

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh-!!! The weak are suffering, the weak are being oppressed, how can I stand idly by?" The hero of the weak, the sword of the weak, the shield of the weak, the hero who pioneered the freedom of the oppressed, Spartacus, who was like a giant, opened the giant sword like a mountain with great momentum, and climbed out of the deep pit.

"Oh—?" Gilgamesh was also a little surprised. The gigantic sword was as big as a mountain, and its weight was absolutely unmatched by ordinary things, but it was moved away by Spartacus.

"The momentum is even stronger than before!" Weber grabbed Iskandar's cloak, trembling.